Propmt: Lost
They were lost.
Again.
For the fifth time that day.
"Oh yes, I'm Mr. Manly-Man. My sense of direction is perfect, we don't need to get any help from people who know how to get to the place we need to be. Maps? Who needs them? Fuck that." Sakura sat beside me, making her voice deeper as she mocked me.
"It's not my fault you had to agree to go to this damn party in the middle of fuck-all nowhere." I snapped at her. Ino had invited her to some girl-party-thing in the middle of the forest, a 'bring your boy' affair that I was forced into.
"It's not my fault you're too fucking stubborn to ask for directions." She snarked back, voice laced with venom.
"Well maybe if you would shut-up for five-fucking-seconds I could think about how we could get there. But no, you just keep going on and on about how we're going to be late and that I'm driving too fast and bitch, bitch, bitch." I countered, my voice beginning to raise.
"Oh, you don't want to hear me? Fine!" And with that she stepped out of my car, slamming the door behind her before tromping back the way we came.
I sighed, putting the car in park and taking the keys out before following her down the street.
"Sakura, wait. I'm sorry for pissing you off, I'm just tired and angry at being lost." I pleaded as I jogged to catch up to her.
"Then you should have said you didn't want to come! I would've been fine with that and would've been willing to stay home with you tonight." She threw her hands in the air in exasperation as she turned to face me. "But now we're lost so I guess we're fucked."
"Well…" I paused, hoping that when I told her what I had been hiding she wouldn't beat me. "I have a GPS in the dash."
I could see the slight movement in her jaw telling e she was biting her tongue. "I fucking hate you." She started to tromp back to my vehicle. "Let's go home, you ass."
I smirked a followed behind her.
"You're not getting any for the next two weeks."